Once at Ashley's house, the two of them hastily ate their sandwiches and then went upstairs to Ashley's room to see what else they could do.

Spencer: Wow, that club sandwich was so good!
Ashley: Yeah, I know. I haven't eaten at that place since mom's #2 first came into the picture.
Spencer: (giggles) Was he the noted chef?
Ashley: No, he was the free-loader. The noted chef was #1.
Spencer: And, you kind of liked him?
Ashley: Yeah, sort of. But, that was when I was young and impressionable. (shrugs her shoulders) What can I say -- I didn't know any better.

On the outside, Spencer laughed at Ashley's remark, but on the inside, she was feeling sorry for her.

How could someone be exposed to such a lifestyle -- at such a young age? It just didn't seem appropriate.

Once Spencer was done thinking about Ashley's childhood, she moved over to where Ashley was now standing.

Sometime during Spencer's deep thoughts, Ashley had moved to her CD rack.

Ashley: So, what should we listen to? You know, a little 'background' music. (giggles)

Spencer gently placed her chin over Ashley's right shoulder.

Out of the corner of Ashley's right eye, she could see Spencer's beautiful complexioned face; she decided to make no big movement, though.

Spencer then pointed at one of Ashley's CDs.

Spencer: Hmm, how about that one?

Ashley's eyebrows sharply rose up and she dramatically pulled the CD case out of the rack.

Ashley: Jazz? Spencer -- are you serious?
Spencer: (lifts her chin off Ashley's shoulder) Why not?
Ashley: Spence -- (points at the CD) does the wrapper surrounding the case give you some sort of hint?

Spencer gives her a quick head tilt and a slight grin.

Ashley: It shows that I'm not a big fan of this type of music.
Spencer: Then, why do you have that CD?
Ashley: (sighs) It's not like I asked for it. One of the landscapers gave it to me as a birthday gift.
Spencer: Well...

She takes the CD out of Ashley's hands and unwraps it slowly.

She then opens the stereo part for the CD, gingerly places it on the tray and pushes PLAY.

The music starts off with a faint sound of the saxophone playing and Spencer turns Ashley around to face her.

Spencer: (whispers into Ashley's ear) Just give it a chance. (smiles seductively) You might like it.

Ashley's knees clearly became weak, due to her sudden seat taken on the desk next to her stereo.

Ashley: (looks Spencer in the eyes) Maybe.

With that said, Spencer moved in on Ashley. With both of their lips connected, they moved into a more "trustful" phase of their togetherness.

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When silence filled the room, Ashley gently nudged the sleepy Spencer with her right elbow; indicating to ask her something.

Spencer: (mumbles) Huh?
Ashley: Do you need anything... else?

Spencer suddenly raised herself off of Ashley's bed with her elbows and gave Ashley one of those confused looks.

Spencer: What do you mean?
Ashley: I mean, like -- are you thirsty or hungry or do you need another pillow or do you want more music or --

Ashley is suddenly put on pause by Spencer's index finger connecting with her lips.

Spencer: Ash, quit rambling. (giggles)
Ashley: Sorry. You just have that affect on me.

Spencer tries her hardest to keep her abundant smile private, but she is unsuccessful; Ashley can clearly see her big bright grin.

Ashley: What?
Spencer: (looks up at her) Nothing, I just -- I...

Ashley gingerly takes Spencer by the hand and rubs her thumb over the top of Spencer's knuckles.

Ashley: It's okay. Just say what you feel.
Spencer: (sighs; but in a good way) I really do love being with you, Ash.
Ashley: And -- I love you, Spence.
Spencer: I know you do. (looks into Ashley's beautiful brown orbs) I love you, too.

Now, Ashley, being the best Ashley she can possibly be, is not known for staying with someone for too long, but she feels like finally tearing down that brick wall of "one-night-stands" and instead, put up a gate... to her true self. (A/N: whoa – cheesy music… that's your cue!)

Ashley: So, are you thirsty?

Spencer giggles and removes herself from her previous position.

She is now heading out the door; letting Ashley answer her own question.

Ashley: (out loud) I'll take that as a 'yes'.

With that said, Ashley gets herself up and leads herself in the direction that Spencer went.

As Ashley's making her way down the stairs, she sees Spencer cautiously looking through her front door's peephole.

Ashley: Spence? What are you --

She is immediately shushed by Spencer, who is obviously frightened.

Spencer: (whispering and pointing towards the door) There's someone out there.
Ashley: Okay, jeez Miss Bi-polar. Can you tell who it is?
Spencer: No.
Ashley: How'd you get the idea that someone was out there?
Spencer: Because, #1. I saw a shadow outside the window and #2. I heard voices.
Ashley: Girl voices or boy voices.
Spencer: Mostly likely girls. But, I could be totally wrong.
Ashley: Okay, we'll straighten this all out.
Spencer: How?

Ashley: By doing --

Ashley goes over to a box with a keypad on it. She lightly punches four numbers in and the light on it turns green.

Ashley then opens up the cover of the metal box and flips up two of the four switches. Just then, Ashley's whole front yard looked as if an alien spaceship had just landed on the lawn.

Spencer: Wow!
Ashley: Yeah, put on your shades. (laughs)

Ashley goes to open the door, but she is stopped by Spencer's shaking hand.

Spencer: Ashley, don't! They could be dangerous!
Ashley: Spencer -- trust me, okay?

Ashley proceeds to finish what she started by opening the front door, only to find empty spray cans and egg shells laying on her "Welcome" mat.

Ashley: What the hell? (yelling now) Hey! Who's out there!
Spencer: (points towards Ashley's open gate) There! I see someone!

They take off running after the unknown villains; Ashley is unarmed, but Spencer had picked up a random left out garden hoe.

Ashley: (still running) Spencer, where'd you get that hoe?
Spencer: (panting) I don't know. But, I think they're getting away.

They made it to the end of the driveway, only to see the tail lights of the culprits' getaway car.

Ashley: (deeply sighs) Dammit! They got away!
Spencer: Well, at least they didn't do any damage.
Ashley: (turning around) Yeah, I guess that's a plus --

Ashley takes one look at her house and her mouth falls wide open.

Spencer takes one look at Ashley and knows just from her eyes that something is not right; not right at all.

Slowly, Spencer turns around to face the mansion, only to have her reaction resemble that of Ashley's.

Spencer: Oh my gosh!
Ashley: (shakes her head) I hate every single person in this city.
Spencer: How could someone do that? (widens her eyes) Who would do that?

With no response from her brunette companion, the blonde turned around to confront her: face-to-face.

The expression on Ashley's face said it all. No words could possibly explain the amount of disrespect Ashley had just received.

How could someone be so cruel as to vandalize someone's beautiful home?

With the words: "FREAK", "QUEER", "GAY BITCH" and a few other choice words smeared across the red bricks of the castle did not even compare to the broken egg shells scattered along the porch and the toilet paper intertwined amongst the tree's limbs. Empty cans of black and white spray paint were left behind from the vandals, along with empty egg cartons and random toilet paper rolls.

Spencer couldn't take the silence Ashley was giving off. So, out of sympathy, she asked her hurt friend a simple yet affective question.

Spencer: Ashley, are you okay?

Ashley subtly let out a fearful/hurtful sigh and unknowingly let a tear fall from her brown orb.

All Ashley could manage was a slow head shake from side-to-side. For once in Ashley Davies' life, she was found at a loss for words.

Ashley: I'm embarrassed. why do people have to be such ass-holes? I knew one day this would happen. hopefully, Spencer doesn't take this the wrong way. hopefully, she won't leave me. oh God!

With a shrug and a hand to wipe her tear away, Ashley made her way back inside the now destroyed house; leaving Spencer outside to wonder if her lover will soon recover.

Spencer: (sighs) why does Ashley have to get this kind of treatment? I just don't understand. I should go after her, but -- I think she needs her space. maybe I should just help clean up a bit.

Even though Spencer knows that Ashley's "help" will be there in the morning, she still has the decency to pick up what she can.

All the while, she is being watched like a hawk by the now depressed Ashley.

Ashley: what is she doing? she doesn't have to do that. oh well, Spencer's just a nice person like that. God, do I love her.

With a black garbage bag full of unwanted items on the porch of Ashley's house, the tired blonde made her way up to Ashley's bedroom.

Since the lights in the room were off, Spencer had a hard time looking for the brunette.

Instead of keeping up her search, she decided to take position on Ashley's luxurious queen sized bed.

Within the shadows among the room, Spencer heard a slight creek of the floor behind her.

With a sharp head motion to her left she was taken back by the sudden silhouette being seen by her own eyes.

Ashley: (quietly) You didn't have to pick up that trash.
Spencer: (whispering) I know. But -- I wanted to and it was the least I could do.

Even though Ashley couldn't see Spencer's beautiful complexioned face, she could sense the sympathy and compassion just from her angel-like voice.

She took a seat next to the blonde on her bed and out of instinct, put her head gently on Spencer's shoulder.

With arms wrapped around one another and hearts beating simultaneously, the two were in their own little world of comfort. At one with each other.

The next morning, the girls woke up still in each other's embrace. Throughout the night, neither one moved from their spot -- neither one even considering it, either.